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seaofhearts2016-01-04 11:42 pm
not_that_sasuke) wrote in seaofhearts2016-01-04 11:42 pm
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1st Report
[A]
[Immediately after leaving his cottage, Sasuke's eyes settle on the symbols on the mailboxes, taking in the different pictures. They're obviously markers of some sort - something he files away in the back of his mind right away, along with the pictures and their general order.
Although... one in particular bothers him. He stares for a moment at his own mailbox with a small frown.
He knows why it's a lock. He would have to be stupid not to. What's disturbing is that whoever created this world knew enough about him to choose a lock in the first place. In a strange place like this, there's no way it could possibly be coincidence.
...He doesn't like this place. Not one bit.]
[B]
[So naturally, the best solution is to find himself a nice tall tree and climb it.
He looks right at home on his perch up there, one hand hanging onto the trunk for support, his feet resting sturdily on a branch thick enough to hold his weight. He gazes out as far as the eye can see, turning slowly turning to get a view of the entire island. He doesn't exactly blend; his white fleece pullover sort of stands out against the brown and the green. But it isn't as though he's making very much noise up there, either.
You may have to call out to catch his attention. Hopefully he's secure enough not to fall out of surprise or anything.]
[Immediately after leaving his cottage, Sasuke's eyes settle on the symbols on the mailboxes, taking in the different pictures. They're obviously markers of some sort - something he files away in the back of his mind right away, along with the pictures and their general order.
Although... one in particular bothers him. He stares for a moment at his own mailbox with a small frown.
He knows why it's a lock. He would have to be stupid not to. What's disturbing is that whoever created this world knew enough about him to choose a lock in the first place. In a strange place like this, there's no way it could possibly be coincidence.
...He doesn't like this place. Not one bit.]
[B]
[So naturally, the best solution is to find himself a nice tall tree and climb it.
He looks right at home on his perch up there, one hand hanging onto the trunk for support, his feet resting sturdily on a branch thick enough to hold his weight. He gazes out as far as the eye can see, turning slowly turning to get a view of the entire island. He doesn't exactly blend; his white fleece pullover sort of stands out against the brown and the green. But it isn't as though he's making very much noise up there, either.
You may have to call out to catch his attention. Hopefully he's secure enough not to fall out of surprise or anything.]
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[ Oh. Oh. Of course it comes down to this. It's bothersome for him to say it, but after swallowing a breath and making absolutely certain that his ahoge doesn't droop anymore than it already is, he answers with a somewhat strained voice, ]
The music venue and the beach house... in both of those locations, a murder happened. There's also the abandoned building, but that wasn't moved here, and was originally here in the first place. There seems to be two locations missing if this place wanted to have all the buildings where all the murders took place, though, but that's... the first thing I thought of.
1/2
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Why murders?
[Just what was going on here?]
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Hang on, this is a lot to drop all at once with absolutely no context.]
Why your class? And why were you on the island to begin with? What was the point of any of it?
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It's a long story; one that I probably don't have time to tell right now.
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